[Intro: ALLBLACK]
Cal-A, thank you for fuckin' with me
Yeah
Cal-A keep it lit
I go by the name of ALLBLACK
[Chorus: ALLBLACK]
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
When we was cool, I was that nigga
Now you're runnin' 'round tellin' hoes that I ain't poppin'
They tell me, "BLACK, stop helpin' niggas score"
But instead, I passed the ball more times than John Stockton
Instead of eatin' two-hundred-dollar steaks
I was with niggas eatin' burritos and a bowl of Top Ramen
They told me, "Distance yourself and watch you get your blessings"
I moved closer to them niggas and kept on rockin'
Should be in the NFL with Rock
Instead of that, I sold pussy to white-collar Johnsons
Gina offered me ten thousand to stop spinnin' bitches
Said, "No"; next week, Raymond was in a coffin
Fly out to Denver with this ho and go check some bands
Instead, I'm in Cal-A house with P-Lo, grindin'
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
Cal-A, thank you for fuckin' with me
Yeah
Cal-A keep it lit
I go by the name of ALLBLACK
[Chorus: ALLBLACK]
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
When we was cool, I was that nigga
Now you're runnin' 'round tellin' hoes that I ain't poppin'
They tell me, "BLACK, stop helpin' niggas score"
But instead, I passed the ball more times than John Stockton
Instead of eatin' two-hundred-dollar steaks
I was with niggas eatin' burritos and a bowl of Top Ramen
They told me, "Distance yourself and watch you get your blessings"
I moved closer to them niggas and kept on rockin'
Should be in the NFL with Rock
Instead of that, I sold pussy to white-collar Johnsons
Gina offered me ten thousand to stop spinnin' bitches
Said, "No"; next week, Raymond was in a coffin
Fly out to Denver with this ho and go check some bands
Instead, I'm in Cal-A house with P-Lo, grindin'
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that shit y'all did, we straight
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